Saturday, May 3, 2008

tear apart the ties that bind. You're nothing not nearly one of a kind

10 Feb 2008

Four bedroom walls claustrophobe me and she leers naked; guarding the doorShe demands sharply to know whether or not about her and I, I'm sureHer query's same as always though, do I want the same as she doesSo I tell the same old lie about us and typically as ever she can see right throughShe's tiring of my shamble theories; of I'm sure that I will soonI tell her that I don't fall in love that easy and her face burns up with roon

The choice is end it swiftly or stay our course to see what unfolds I suggestTo end it now we'll not know if we can resolve or put to restThe lurking in her heart that I should feel something sooner more than laterThat I must feel for her a deal that's greater than a friend or loverWhat's her haste I contest contemptibly, what rush is there to know?Come to bed, come now I plead where under the covers a care I can show